| Yes I want to write a little letter
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| and mail it to my local D.J.
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| But you said: I don’t mind.
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| And I said: That’s all right.
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| Yes I’m thinkin' now at my age.
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| The death it seems a very strange smell.
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| But you said: I don’t mind.
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| And I said: That’s all right.
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| Never mind the gap between
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| from your steps until you fall.
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| Then you’ll cry against the rain
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| in a cold state.
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| I don’t want you to hold you,
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| I just want you to show you this void,
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| and the apple that you’re hidding
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| it’s not wise.
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| Never mind the gap between
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| from your steps until you fall.
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| Then you’ll cry against the rain
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| in a cold state.
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| I don’t want you to hold you,
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| I just want you to show you this void,
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| and the apple that you’re hidding
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| it’s not wise.
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| And now your time has come
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| waiting in the rain.
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| You better run if you don’t want
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| to take a chill. |